Keith and his friend came flying into the house this afternoon, shouting for me to come, that Mrs. W had fallen. I ran next door to find our precious ninety-year-old neighbor sitting on the ground beside her porch swing, crying. She had gotten up for something and had missed the swing when she tried to sit back down. Apparently, she had been on the ground calling out for help for several minutes, and even though my windows were open, I had not heard anything. I got her under the arms and settled her in her seat again, but she was upset and frightened. I patted her and asked if she was all right, and she was, but her little face was red and splotchy. Thank God Keith was outside and was able to let me know.
Jesus, it’s scary when people get old.